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Ain't no more cane on the Brazos |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh... |
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Its all been ground down to molasses |
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Oh, oh- oh, oh- oh... |
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You shoulda been on the river in 1910 |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh... |
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They were driving the women just like they drove the men |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh... |
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Go down old hannah, don'cha rise no more |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh... |
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Don't you rise up til judgment day's for sure |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh... |
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Ain't no more cane on the Brazos |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh... |
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Its all been ground down to molasses |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh... |
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Captain, don't you do me like you done poor old shine |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh... |
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Well ya drove that bully til he went stone blind |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh... |
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Wake up on a lifetime, hold up your own head |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh... |
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Well you may get a pardon and then you might drop dead |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh... |
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Ain't no more cane on the Brazos |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh... |
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Its all been ground down to molasses |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh... |
